FE Confessional

[Kyle Wright]

There’s an old Scottish proverb that says open confession is good for the soul. This may be a bit of a stretch, but if you have something you need to get off your chest, something you’re ashamed of, something along the lines of asking your fiancee for permission to buy a new watch, maybe, this is the place to do it. Depending on what you share, you'll either be mocked mercilessly or commiserated with compassionately.

So, what do you need to get off your chest, FE Society?

 

[Ryan Horst]

"FE Blackmail Thread"



I'll start. I've got a chronic pain issue from a knee injury sustained while I was in the Army. It's not a cool story - I tell people "I fell down on a training exercise." But it effects me daily. I walk with a cane most days, or a hiking stick if we're getting outdoors. But I take pain medication for it - the narcotic type. I do my best to limit my intake, but my three little girls (ages 8 to 4) know when I'm hurting because I get more irritable. They "helpfully" suggest I take some medicine for my leg and go lay down for a while. It hurts my soul to hear them say that because I know it means I'm not acting like myself.

 

[Al "Shifty" Schultz]

There’s an old Scottish proverb that says open confession is good for the soul. This may be a bit of a stretch, but if you have something you need to get off your chest, something you’re ashamed of, something along the lines of asking your fiancee for permission to buy a new watch, maybe, this is the place to do it. Depending on what you share, you'll either be mocked mercilessly or commiserated with compassionately.

So, what do you need to get off your chest, FE Society?

My one and only confessional occurred at a Catholic Church in the Philippines in 1986.. my girlfriend at the time said that I needed Jesus and insisted I go to confession.
Afterwards the priest turned to hard booze and women and I really felt bad about. I haven't confessed a thing since! Not about to start now. Wouldn't want my FE Society brothers and sisters thinking that I might kiss and tell or start squawking when the authorities catch up to me and start pulling my fingernails!

 

[YETI]

My high school girlfriend says I cheated on her. We were on a break but whatever

 

[Chiro1989]

I am addicted to hunting, fishing, guns, and ammo.

 

[les]

"I'm a married man, Father. I have nothing to confess..."

//L

 

[HowieR]

As the old saying goes , "I would rather beg foregiveness than ask permission" It is a great title for my book someday. You all can fill in the blanks. And I always tell the wife on the gravestone just put "He Tried" not my name, lol

 

[Josh Walt]

I confess I didn't attend the after-after-party of a bachelor party because my wife offered me a more compelling evening at home. From what I heard it involved a B&E, a surprised naked bachelor, a padlock too small for it's intended victim, several dudes wrestling the naked bachelor, some bruised, beaten and bloodied genitals, a nearly arrested best man/brother. From what I experience at the wedding the next day it was the most awkward wedding photos, no eye contact and a wedding that fell a part a few years later. Oh, wait. I confess that I'm very glad I spent a very hetero evening with my wife.

 

[Chip Hunnicutt]

1998 Final Four in San Antonio. I was working with the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association at the time.

Told my boss, the PRCA Commissioner, I was going and hoping to score a ticket to see Carolina. He had been hired from the (then) PAC West and said if I picked him up at the airport he’d have a ticket for me.

Well holy shit our tix were 50yd line, 25 rows up. Freaking unbelievable seats. Carolina Panthers owner Jerry Richardson and George Steinbrenner of the Yankees were behind us. I was blown away.

UNC lost to Utah in the first semifinal game. Commish goes for beers. I’m looking around and notice Richardson is by himself so I hop up, jump over my seat and thank him for bringing the NFL to Charlotte. He asks me to sit and visit. Commish gets back and is stunned. About that time I hear a voice “you’re in in my seat”. Steinbrenner. Shake his hand and jump back to mine, Commish hands me a beer and asks if I knew Richardson. “I do now”.

Commish was flying back the next day, gave me a ticket for Monday night. No Heels in the championship so I sold it. Back at the office, Commish asked how the game was. Sheepishly told him what I did, he just shook his head and said “I had someone special sitting with you”.

To this day he has never told me who it was and I still regret selling that ticket.

 

[Milo'sSyndicate]

I never got confirmed.

My buddies Jason and Tony and I were in a confirmation class together, in one of those 80s neighborhood churches, and I just was picking up something other than God and quit.

Yeah, the "Pastor" was dicking 3 of the married women in the church and running his own little nose candy ring. Not that I don't like fun, but ......never got confirmed by Escobar's cheesehead...

 

[safetekk]

I put a .40 cal. bullet hole in my kitchen table. In my defense I pointed it there on purpose as it was the safest direction. Not safe for the table apparently.